“Dad, why does Jésus have a scary beard?” My eight an old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve an old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep par now.
(Y/N) was at home, on lit rest. Ella ou Robert could be born any jour now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. toi were lying on your stomach on haut, retour au début of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” toi say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams ou something?” toi say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” toi laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.